Luyện nghe bài hát Coldblooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
Ain't it,huh, on, hard-core
We it higher

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, make our move through
The stylist and violence vibrance
The sign of times with shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that seems for
A nigga wake up, superstar, no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
Streets take ya, and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we ain't got no for that!
My old bird like, we ain't got no for that!
So I rhyme when my back
Play the numbers from my like kraftwerk
I rock the fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit gets
I freak, styles that out
At night, when cats pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

Cold-blooded (come on) cold-blooded,
(Hit em the) rough and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna taste these
I want you to these horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) rough and (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, to be the reign
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, coke and a walk
My imagery talks, metaphors and stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm 'em soft
with golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't explain why the force, is me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they don't eat meat and
I backsmack em with skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a rhyme scheme to escape
Make broads become queens, run things like a rasta
The way you want the I rub off like henner
I remain like a tattoo with raps
Copy like a fax y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done thought of, a master plan, it

C to the, cold-blooded (yeah, on)
Cold-blooded, (ya know)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged, (come on) and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the, (yeah, hey)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
and rugged, rugged and raw
(Ain't it, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and